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the scars on your shouldersthe scars on your shoulders
are braille to me, so that i
can read your skin, so that i
can know you better.

i like to listen to your heartbeat
and how it resounds differently
from mine, just so beautifully
like two songs played in tandem
to harmonise in rounds;

i like to hold your hands
and rub your back
so that maybe my love
can find its way through your pores
and seep into your blood
(never can i find the right words
to tell you just the way you feel to me)

and to think that and how i nearly missed you
makes me miss you more
every minute and mile we spend
elsewhere.
i can't sleep with another body
in my bed,
but sleeping without you
leav

PocketLeftover religion in the pocket
Of my trenchcoat
A key that unlocks nothing
A penny, a scrap of paper
With half of your name
Written in black ink

A song that is usually in my head
In the shriveled carcass
Of a long-dead dream
In the pocket
Of my trenchcoat
With the lint

SurelyIt was raining
when we kissed for the first time,
for the last time.

Thin rivulets
sunk into the shrunken space
between our bodies
and divided us
like nothing could before,
like everything will
from now
until that never again
when we will
see each other once more,
no more.

Your eyes were
that bewitching shade
of dull brown blue
with all of the light darkness
whirling
in a placid pond
around a pupil
overflowing with vacancy,
and me
and my frowning smile.

The winter heat
fell like a rising tide
and,
for our every breath
was another death
so black and full of life --
embracing our boiled ice skin
as we drew apart,
came together and broke free

we are not a fairytalewe are not a fairytale.

I am not the strong lead with a heart of fire,
bones of steel, and eyes of vapid curiosity;
motivation seeping through
my every last intended action because
I was written this way

(the heroine falls only to rise again:
proverbial phoenix, burning out
because it is the cycle of my
life) and you, you are not

the beautiful travesty, perfectly composed
to strike me where I’m weak and
[almost]human, delicately woven
like the tapestry of my dismantling—
a subtle irony where somewhere, a writer
chuckles softly, understanding

we are blinder than church mice, born
in a makeshift world of darkness where
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Onceyour beauty lies restless behind those
hills, where you fought valiantly. and
the man you once were was brave and kind,
but now you are possessed by a passenger
of darkness, whispering words of your
loneliness.

the man you once were is forgotten, and
the man you are today, is only a ghost, a
shadow, of what you were before.

Condemnedbeneath the beaten earth they lay,
their dreams condemned to ashes,
and our restless bodies stretch,
for forgiveness, for direction –

survivors of the abyss,
amidst wide-eye, silent soldiers –
so many dead, so many maimed,

how many graves are we standing on, today?

Life, Death And A Pork Chop SandwichAll tangled up, hard to breathe
This steel cloud day that swirls
With heat and pounding hammers
I shake in my boots and cough up
Blood, rust and damaged flesh
Waiting for the second coming
Maybe next time around there'll be
Some chance for more than this

A twisted barbed wire halo
Wrapped tight around my skull
Blinding white light aura
Swarming with flies I'm flying
To pieces, thousands of shards
Cannot be brought back together
But I will remember the summer
Of my first Chevrolet in each bit

Gleaming bits of glass in the desert
Each reflecting a different moment
Still, now, enduring until the waves
Of a new ocean sweep them away
No pain

SisterSister

A sister is like a soul mate;
Someone who is always there
to guide me through fate.

A sister is,
a part of childhood that I cannot erase;
A sister like you,
is one that I would never replace
because you always know how to
put a smile on my face.

I know I can depend on you
to always be there for me;
This is one hundred percent guaranteed!

I've had great memories with you
in the past;
and I hope there are many more
to come,
in the future.

FossilizedLiving proof of fossils alive,
and no horseshoe-crab am I.

Nor, inhabitable harsh compression of plates,
residing under humid marsh-scapes.

I mold into the walls, as chalky old coal.
But I am no mineral, no era.
I am not, Mesozoic.

Through the ages
Iron
Bronze
silver, gold and heroic.

I remain a still-life; and no Iduna's apples would retain my youth
No magic fountains, or time devices, or wrist watches.
I am the machine of time.
The watcher, omnipotent, the wise.

But

no God am I

Somewhere, sweet tangy sap trolleys down cracked bark.
Somewhere, celestial bodies erupt unseen.
Somewhere, a abrupt breeze blows overturned bi-cycle tire

Pretty little things called words and dustif you weren't a hypocrite,
you'd be wrapped in the sweetest
perfumes
(learning
how to engulf the ocean
with your lungs
and think of how to cup it
in your hands
despite
your broken prayers and
still be beautiful)

dance with the gypsies
'till noon
(a quake in
your hips like the thrust
of continents
and the faultlines
emanating from
your spine,
but still
so, so graceful)

sing with the nymphs
in tune
(your voice,
it's growing old,
raspy even.
your throat's burning dry
like a monsoon
faltering in a desert,

and tones
still octaves
powerful)

be nestled in a king's arms
soon
(oh, you precious
little thing.
how

Puppet My tears fall,

like invisible

diamonds.

My heart beats,

like soundless

drums.

Unwanted,

because of the

strings attached.

HorsepowerHorsepower

There’s a knife turnin in my soft parts
And heat burnin my mind on hard starts
The motors runnin but I lost the wheel
Just want it to be numb don’t wanna feel
Take two steps back and put it in park
Before I leave scarred up black marks
I need a u-turn on this highway
But can’t go back on the by-way
So look ahead, the pavement goes on
Break the rear-view mirror it’s gone
Contemplate
Reiterate
Put it in drive
And say goodbye
Let’s see how fast this bitch can fly

-Cygam7

nightmarethe foxes are at your bedside and singing--
feversongs,
songs of boiling thoughts
and broken muscles.
their lullabyes.
they sneak so quiet, and
somehow,
you can't quite
dream
anymore.

Lost In ConfusionMy mind is spinning without a rest
emotions whirl and twirl around
A merry-go-round gaining speed
Until the world blurrs before my eyes
What's happening? What's going on?

The simplest thought slips away
Right from my mind, fading so fast
Trying to focus, I stare and stare
Until my eyes are heavy and unclear.
I don't understand, what is going on...

Emotions rise and fall again
Within the blink of an eye
I'm crying, laughing, and depressed
A rollercoaster ride that never ends
Am I losing my mind in this ?

I try to close my eyes and rest
But the world spins me around
I feel like I am failing this test
Voices and noisies echo in my min

Here and There, Now and ThenBurnt umber dawn, swaying electric trees
Thousands of souls chant in the summer wind
Journals of the dead are read by schoolchildren
They awake shaking someone else's dreams from their heads

Static electricity on the nape of your neck
In the television, on your phone, in your dinner
The calling of a murder of crows from the trees
You remember the view from the hospital room window

A smorgasbord of life and limb, death and decay
The antiseptic smell has an undercoating of rot and dirt
Talismans won't work any more than prayers and candles
Soldiers still fight lost wars, glory in the faded night

Tall fences are built to keep the worlds separ

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breeze
I wrap myself in it's
twisted July fingers.
A smooth tall-tale,
Memory of yesterday.
A walk with her
Where we talk of the past
Of the
Future-
Once lost.
My one true friend,
A sister, a mother.
With her moon melting laugh
And her sun Goddess smile
She is truly a role model
To this little child.
Wrapped up in case of a
sudden chill
We laugh and talk our way to veils
Of ocean hues.
Good intentions to bring
Such warm jackets.
But the cold is no match for the icy craving of this
Winter licked treat.
I dance down the dock, my small fingers laced with her leather glove,
And I peek up
The smell of

Acrophobia…Falling…
Soaring.
What's the difference?
Floating.
Crashing.
I can't see the bottom at all.
Fear.
Ecstasy.
Afraid of the end that doesn't seem to come.
Wishing.
Daring.
The ground wont materialize beneath me and I can feel my nerves snapping.
Tumbling.
Frozen.
I reach for an invisible hand, down, echoes, twisting, blurred, reaching, but not grasping.
Spiralling.
…Falling…

Childhood SimplicitiesThe smell of fresh fruit
I run blue fingers over the walls
Leaving smears of purples and indigos of blueberry delight
Flour clouds the air,
and I watch as her skilful fingers crack open the shells
I look up, her hair today,
is a soft shade of sunrise pearl
She turns a warm gaze to me and wipes a smudge of blue from my cheek
A smile lights up her expression and she shakes her head.
I turn to the heat,
feeling it calm my excitement,
while making my stomach clench with hunger
The anticipation of the delightful morning treat makes me want to jump till I lose my balance
I look to see her stirring it all into a thick bowl of time

A Brute And His AngelPowdered wings
Lost in the movement of their ever watching gaze
Dancing with them
Cautious not to step on the flowers
I creep up, careful, cat-like
Pounce.
Kept in a bottle, released in the walls
Soar, fly, kept, released.
Live.
Attached to a brute of elegance
His wings are sorted colours of orange and brown
Seared black and kind to tell
He whispers in my ear
I laugh at the tickle of his words
Placed on a fern
Unmoving and statue like.

An angel
A small pearl, an ivory lining to her essence
On my finger one moment
On her nose the next
It stays, and I'm sure she can hear the whispers too
Oh little angel
You make her laug

Moon Dust DearestA sparkle of a brilliantly animated star,
The shimmer of moon dust floating on the breeze.
Push away those somber clouds,
They seem so ashen and ominous in there appearance.
Let your smile linger on your lips,
The bubbly gleam in your eyes reveal your joy to the world.
Don't trip on the thorn bushes,
For they can cut deep and leave even deeper scars on your heart.
Tumble through the clover patches,
Walking home along the hot ash vault singing your song.
Dry your tears from your cheeks,
Move on, take a breath, feel the beat, dance to the rhythm.
Creating warm conversations,
Your kindness flows through and sinks in to deplete the p

Rhythmic CirclesFireflies danced in rhythmic circles around blue-grass,
as the wind made it bend and sway to it's will.
Mist brimmed over the cool stream,
spilling along the grass and consuming smooth pebbles at its shore,
the waves lapping at the rocks.

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Is It Alright, Darling?

by ~Eldritch-Fox, Apr 4, 2011, 12:16:09 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Is it alright
if I lay here, with my back to you
and imagine myself with somebody
else?

Is it alright
if I take aim at your heart
but shoot you in the head
instead?

Is it alright
if I just pretend not to care that
the pills you take
frustrate
me.

Is it alright
if I walk away without
you in my mind
tonight?

I need to know.
is it alright
if I want to be
happy?

Is It Alright, Darling?by ~Eldritch-Fox

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Are we alright...

~eternally-writing Jul 24, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Amazing.
[[I cannot think of another word to describe this.]]

~Eldritch-Fox Jul 30, 2011 Student Writer

_{thank you so much : )}

~ColorMeEnvy Apr 4, 2011 Student Photographer

i'm sure this poem absolutely does not involve me... but ... i want you to be happy : )

~Eldritch-Fox Apr 4, 2011 Student Writer

_{No, why would it involve you??}

~ColorMeEnvy Apr 4, 2011 Student Photographer

and besides that, its a great poem

~ColorMeEnvy Apr 4, 2011 Student Photographer

lol we've already been over this xD nvm, just be happy gurrl

~TGfascinated Apr 4, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Why are you asking? Sounds like you don't need permission or you won't get it..

Sadly, I relate to some of this... and it hurts me to realize that...

~Eldritch-Fox Apr 4, 2011 Student Writer

_{Im sad to say you relate to this...really

And I don't know...I hate doing things out of line and without permission...when I do run free it seems to backfire somehow...}

~TGfascinated Apr 4, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Well.. I do... sometimes...

Why would you need permission to feel? and if what you're feeling is what's said here, then you don't need to be there anymore..

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